April is the Cruelest Month
"Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. "
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
What does that mean?
It means that I’m going to mute you now.
The sharpened rebar pierced Marc through his navel, and erupted from his spine. Marc was lifted high into the air, impaled and screaming, and brought down savagely onto the ground.
1/2
Oh my GOD! Mags! what he’s doing to that poor man.
I know! Glorious, isn’t it!
No, it’s horrible
The beautiful brutality! Finally, a man worthy of our lust!
What do you mean OUR lust?
2/2
#Mags
I brought this to you because I thought you could help.
How can I help?
You both share the same … determination.
Thank you for the compliment, detective.
It wasn’t a compliment.
Yes it was. You just don’t want to admit it. But anyhoo, all I can tell you is what you already know: he’s killing member of this “dark poets community” – how many is that?
Hundreds – even thousands.
Well, you got a lot to choose from, but mainly it seems like he’s going for the ones he thinks are not “real writers” – those who don’t actually write or who just fool around in other people’s DMs.
But why?
He’s an editor. In his mind, the whole community is a book, and he’s whittling it down until it’s fit for publication.
That’s insane.
Writers are a strange bunch, but editors, well, they’re even stranger. Their logic is well, let’s just say, it’s esoteric.
That’s not very helpful.
Just look for the ones in the group what haven’t actually written a lot in the past few years. Start with them. HE certainly has.
Thanks … don’t know if you’ve been much help, but thanks.
Oh, and detective, if you do catch him, tell him 2 Peter 3:17
Do I have to look that up or are you gonna tell me.
“Be careful that you are not carried away with the error of lawless people and lose your own stability.”
You would do well to hold on that verse yourself.
See ya ‘round, Billy.
You know where I am, Detective. I ain’t goin’ nowhere but the chair.
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